He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 305 Honorable Position
I still remember the first time I made a weapon for him, Song Houyong leaned on the railing and shouted excitedly: "Brother Jiang, my weapon..."

After the establishment of Zuowanglou, Song Houyong came to Kyoto City disguised as a street vendor.

"Don't worry, the people that Brother Tian has found this time are very reliable and have excellent character. We don't want anyone who has caused trouble or is heartless and ungrateful."

He is affectionate and loyal, with excellent character.

The person sitting in the watchtower is, and Song Houyong is even more so.

There is fighting and killing in the martial arts world, and like on the battlefields where border troops are stationed, it is inevitable that people will die.

But Jiang Lin could not accept such an outcome. Whoever killed Song Houyong and others must pay for it.

Pay back a hundred times, a thousand times!
Jiang Lin turned and entered the blacksmith shop, reached out to pick up the Sun-Chasing Bow, put the quiver filled with heavy Chaos arrows on his back, and grabbed the top-grade Xuanbing long sword with one hand.

The murderous intent gathered in his eyes, like the coldest stars in a cold night, his aura was sharp and resolute.

Jiang Lin took a step out of the blacksmith shop, and his figure cut through the sky and disappeared in an instant, leaving behind only gloomy words.

"I'm going to kill people, no need to wait!"

Qi the blacksmith and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. The violent aura still lingered, making people shudder.

what happened?
Who is Lord Jiang going to kill?
Zhao Yankui ran over with a gloomy face and asked the pale-faced peak martial artist, "What happened? Where is Jiang Lin going?"

"Master Jiang... is going to Jinzhou." The martial arts master paused and said, "He may also be going to Chenzhou or Qinzhou."

Chenzhou is the location of Wushuang Fort, and Qinzhou is the territory of Tianhuo Fort. No one knows where Jiang Lin will go first.

Yuan Gaohao also ran over, looking serious, and said, "I see that Lord Jiang is extremely angry, and I'm afraid something big is going to happen. Report it to the superior, and ask the steward to make the decision."

"Master Steward..." Zhao Yankui's face was gloomy. An eighth-rank steward was of little use. This matter would have to be reported up the chain of command, at least to the Minister of the Court.

"Come with me to find the steward." Zhao Yankui pulled the martial arts master to his side, and then said to Yuan Gaohao, "I'll leave this to you."

Yuan Gaohao knew the seriousness of the matter and nodded quickly: "Don't worry, just go, I'm here."

Zhao Yankui didn't waste any more words and pulled the man at the peak of martial arts out of the camp.

The captain who was assigned to guard the temporary warehouse raised his eyebrows when he saw this. He called someone over and said, "Go back to the camp to find Lord Zheng and tell him that someone is trying to harm Lord Jiang!"

The sergeant nodded, turned and ran out.

The commander sneered: "You want to touch our border troops? You are tired of living!"

This group of border troops who had just come down from the battlefield were truly lawless. Even the people in the garrison camp knew that the border troops who had returned for rest should not challenge them for at least one or two years.

Otherwise, your head might have rolled on the ground several times before you even finish your sentence.

This group of people is much more brutal than the border army camp that has been resting for years!
When Zhao Yankui and the soldiers went to call for help, Jiang Lin had already passed by like a wild goose, at an astonishing speed.

The Yuanwu realm master from the powerful clan in Fengzhou sensed an astonishing aura from afar. He hurried out of the house and jumped onto the roof to speak.

Suddenly, a sharp gaze swept over from mid-air. The murderous intent that was so terrifying that it made this fifth-grade Yuanwu realm expert feel a chill in his heart.

He had a hunch that if he dared to speak at this moment, he would be killed instantly!

No need for any reason, if you make a sound you will die!

Even people from powerful clans would choose to protect themselves in such a situation.

Especially the divine martial arts aura released by Jiang Lin was extremely terrifying.

It was not until that terrifying figure disappeared into the horizon that the Yuanwu Realm master fell to the ground with a pale face, muttering: "Who has angered him with such shocking murderous intent? Where did this Shenwu Realm master come from?"

Thinking back to the face I just saw, it always feels somewhat familiar.

After a careful recollection, the Yuanwu Realm cultivator suddenly looked up at the distant sky and was horrified: "Isn't this the ninth-rank Yuanwu Realm cultivator who passed by last time? How did he become the Divine Martial Realm cultivator?"

Jiang Lin, who was constantly flying in the air, did not go towards Jinzhou.

I had seen the military map of the Ministry of War before, and I knew the direction of the mountains, rivers and streams clearly.

He sped all the way towards Chenzhou at an extremely fast speed.

They passed through several state capitals along the way and no one dared to stop them.

It’s not that the powerful clans are without masters in the Divine Martial Realm. On the contrary, their numbers may be greater than those of the border troops.

But faced with such a strange Shenwu realm master who obviously had murderous intentions and was not easy to deal with, no one was willing to seek trouble.

Some of the Divine Martial Realm even warned their own people that as long as this person did not take the initiative to cause trouble, they should not provoke him.

Gallop for thousands of miles, unimpeded.

It was not until they entered the territory of Chenzhou that Jiang Lin glanced at the state boundary monument, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.

Wushuang Castle!
……

The history of Wushuang Fort is much longer than that of Leiying Fort, and it has been more than two hundred years.

This is the undisputed top underworld force in the entire Chenzhou. Even the local provincial government has to give it some respect. At this time, the people of Wushuang Fort who withdrew from Jinzhou were exhausted both physically and mentally.

An old man with a hooked nose standing next to the honored seat said with a flickering look, "The fortress lord and the other Yuanwu realm masters are all dead? Are you serious? How can a second-rate force have such means?"

A martial arts master who had managed to escape by chance bowed and said, "Reporting to the Second Elder, this is absolutely true. The man was holding a bow and arrow with great power. Even the fortress lord couldn't withstand a single arrow and was shot dead on the spot. If we hadn't run fast, we would have died too!"

The old man with the hooked nose is the only remaining Yuanwu realm cultivator in Wushuang Castle. His cultivation is only slightly lower than Han Xinghuai’s, having reached the sixth level of Yuanwu realm.

Upon hearing the news, his face was suddenly filled with anger and he looked indignant, but in fact his eyes were flashing and he had an uncontrollable excitement in his heart.

Han Xinghuai and other Yuanwu realm masters are all dead, so who should inherit this Wushuang Castle?

The hook-nosed old man's gaze swept over several members of the Han family and finally stopped on Han Xinghuai's son Han Boxi.

He waved his hand and said, "Now that the fort master is in trouble, the throne of Wushuang Fort should be inherited by the young fort master. Come and sit on this honorable throne."

Han Boxi moved his feet slightly, but saw a hint of coldness in the eyes of the hook-nosed old man, and his hair stood on end.

He hurriedly stopped, and even though he was indignant, he could only grit his teeth and said, "I am young and inexperienced. Now that Wushuang Castle has only the Second Elder who is at the Yuanwu realm, it is natural that the Second Elder should take over the power first."

Several peak martial artists had discussed this privately before coming here. When they heard this, they immediately said, "Young Fort Master is absolutely right. The Second Elder should take charge."

The old man with the hooked nose pretended to be unwilling and waved his hand, saying, "How can this be? I am old and weak, and I am here to assist the young fortress master. I cannot take this position."

The others could see what he was thinking, and they all echoed him: "Please ask the Second Elder to take the honorable seat. We will serve you with all our hearts and souls until our death!"

Hearing the unanimous words, Young Lord Han Boxi felt angry but could do nothing about it.

His father went out for a trip, and many of his confidants died in Jinzhou. In Wushuang Castle today, who can compare with the reputation of the Second Elder?

If there is...it must be a dead person.

Under the "recommendation" of the crowd, the second elder sat on the honored seat with great "embarrassment": "Oh, you are really... How can I do this? This is extremely treasonous!"

The Second Elder did not stand up from his honorable seat until everyone had left.

Young Castle Master Han Boxi had already seen the situation clearly, and stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Second Elder is leading the charge. This is a blessing for Wushuang Castle. If you were not here to take charge, I'm afraid some scoundrels would break the rules."

“Don’t blame me, Young Lord. I am only taking over temporarily. Once your cultivation level improves, I will give up my position at any time.” The second elder narrowed his eyes with a slight smile in the corners of his eyes.

Han Boxi suppressed his anger and put on a look of sincere submission: "What are you talking about, Second Elder? Even if you continue to sit on this honorable seat, Boxi will not dare to complain at all."

The second elder did not respond, but sneered in his heart, "You'd better not complain, otherwise, the Han family will be extinct!"

As for this position...

The second elder stroked the golden handle, moved the cushion under his butt, and felt relieved.

The position of the castle lord is indeed comfortable to sit on. I am afraid that I will have to sit on it for the rest of my life!
At this moment, the second elder suddenly felt an unimaginable force descending from the sky.

He raised his head suddenly, and was horrified to see a pillar of heaven and earth energy with a diameter of nearly ten meters shattering the roof like a tornado and pouring towards him.

"Then, what is that..."

Before the Second Elder could finish his thoughts, the divine punishment that seemed to have descended from the sky pierced through him along with his position.

Young Lord Han Boxi came too close, he just wanted to leave a way for himself to survive, but he didn't expect that he would end up in a dead end.

Everything within a ten-meter radius was reduced to ashes by the destruction of the pillar of heaven and earth energy.

Everyone in the castle was terrified and stared at the place where the dust had settled.

Strong winds blew in from the gap in the roof, blowing away the dust. A huge pit more than ten meters deep appeared with the Second Elder and the Venerable as the center!
The pit was charred black, but there was a heavy arrow that was equally black, but faintly flashing with colorful colors, stuck diagonally.

Low-grade Yuan soldiers, heavy Chaos arrows!
A martial arts master at the peak of his powers was dumbfounded. With his level of cultivation, he had no idea what the attack just now was all about.

The second elder was at the sixth level of Yuanwu realm, yet he died without leaving even ashes.

But in this attack, he vaguely felt a slightly familiar smell, as if he had seen it somewhere.

At this moment, he suddenly seemed to realize something, and looked up suddenly, only to see a figure appear in the gap in the roof.

He was two meters away, with bulging muscles all over his body and a firm face as if he had been cut by a knife or an axe.

He put a large bow emitting golden light behind his back and then slowly drew out a knife from his waist.

The knife was more than three feet long. On the pitch-black blade, eight branches of magical treasure trees were faintly flashing, reflecting a cold light on the blade.

A gloomy voice like that coming from the Nine Netherworld Purgatory echoed in the castle.

"Today, the one who destroyed Wushuang Castle..."

"Jiang Lin!"

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